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The fog begins to clear
Lost within the swirling cloud of fog, Calimir struggled to keep an eye on her companions. From all around came voices that she knew were of men long since dead. She reached into her pack to grab one of the white stones and saw that she was glowing. With this warning of twisted spirits close at hand, she turned to see that, while the fog was beginning to clear, the light of the sun was not returning. The deep dark of a barrow surrounded her and despite her radiance, she could not clearly see the others. From what seemed a long distance, she saw other slightly glowing figures. Though not afraid of the dead, Calimir could feel the doom of her fate close at hand.
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But then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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